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Note from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle Finder:
The New Orleans MC has an above average share of romantic longing – I envision these writers roaming the humid late-night streets cloaked in a light fog and guided by the hazy lights of streetlamps… kind of like a classic film noir come to life. Today we’ll feature a bit of what you’ll find there.
I Still Look At The Moon
Missed Connections in New Orleans, LA
We were light switches in a child’s room.
On again, off again.
But perhaps the last meaningful conversation we had, before our light dimmed, was about the moon.
Even though distance kept us from sharing kisses, it made us appreciate the fact that we could still share the moon.
Now, our switch is off for good for as many reasons as there are stars.
But I still catch myself glimpsing up in the still of the night, and sometimes I forget about the stars.
All I see is the moon, and I miss sharing it with you.
